Throat

(I am aligned with my highest truth and communicate this with passion in my lyrics as my Words travel through the universe, I will absorb the hate and use it as energy in my Travels not an anchor) I'm not gonna pose with my doe, in a post, Keep it ghost, on the low ,I been stacking it tho I don't really know where to go wit the flow but i hope No I know that I'm chosen to blow Only going up Elevated spirit when I flow Wanna get in touch Use your energy and not a phone I should give it up What the brain will say when I'm alone But it's not enough I won't stop until I'm on a thrown (On top) Made a lot of foes down the road with the coke being hoe cause the blow in my nose Lost full control of myself in the mo I was shown really fast how quick it all goes Soul overdosed Gross overload Say that you know but I know that you don't Say that you'll go but I know that you won't I'm in too deep in a dark rabbit hole I been through enough Know you couldn't keep up with the stamina Man I'm tuff You can see my pain right through the camera Boutta bust Everybody thinking they boutta be the best up in the city let me tell you it ain't happening Today Every track you make it sound the same Gimme bout a minute and some bass And I'll put you all to shame Especially when you see me on the stage You may think you better but you ain't I'm hippie wit some fangs And I'm coming for your brain When I'm gunning I don't aim I just lock and load spray Hope your getting in the way And your hearing what I say When my pen it hits the page It is like a bullet range And my chopper gonna sang Tongue is an AK Brain is in a cage, And my mouth is a grenade I don't think your ready for a hippie that is flipping and ticking about to pull the pin ready I'm gonna bang Uhg Could lift a ton I'm like Yoda bruh I got force and love I'm da chosen one You can't open up Your not dope enough Well the fuckin sucks If I don't show up Your whole shows a bust Cause I turn it up While your turd to flush I'm like burning up (Breathe) Get hoes to blush And get foes to rush I got bones to crush And got cones to puff I don't play Running through your head like braids Burning all the hate like sage When I get up in a place You can feel the rumble in the bay Energy that came out from the rage From the people that are fake That are gonna feel the quake Cause I'm heavy like a weight And you come to like like an eighth I'm a hippie heavy weight With a lot up on my brain And I'm fighting for the fame Though I hate it anyway Aye aye Hippie heavy weight With a lot up on my brain And I'm a be I'm a be fighting for the fame Hippie heavy weight With a lot up on my brain And I'm a be I'm a be fighting for the fame Hippie heavyweight And I'm fighting for the fame Even though I know I'm gonna fucking hate it anyway Okay!